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“Piccolo, I think we need to have a…talk.”
Piccolo blanched, aware of the hot flush in the tips of his ears. Chichi leaned on him, walking her fingers up his chest, a shy smile on her lips.
“What do you mean?” Piccolo extricated himself with difficulty, backing into the corner, four-fingered hands held palm out as though that would ward her away.
“Well, Goku's gone and it’s obvious you care for Gohan as though he was your own! And…well…you’re a very handsome man.”
Oh no. No, no, no. This was not okay! This was the exact opposite of okay! He cast a desperate look at Gohan, who had been cringing quietly at the table. Gohan sighed, got up, and grabbed his mother’s hand.
“Mum, you need to stop. Namekians are an asexual species; he has no interest in or use for dating.”
“Asexual?”
Gohan grimaced. “Piccolo has no diccolo.”
A stunned silence. Chichi gaped for a moment, then said very softly; “We’ll never speak of this again.”